The untold story of The Battle of Hogwarts

S1

S1 POV)

I wake up in the.. Where? I look around without moving my head, I think it's the Hospital wing? It looks a bit destroyed, there are crashed bottles and only one bed left. How did I get here- oh right, the angel. I turn my head to get a better look around me.And the angel is right there.

As it turns out the angel is mad

Very mad

Like very very very very very very mad.

"That was so dumb, S1!" "You could have died! Why the F would you send two perfectly good fighters to go get medical supplies? There is already a team for that! You are so prideful! You also weren't even supposed to be there in the first place! McGonagall sent the Slytherins to the dungeon. But you couldn't listen for once in your life!" She kept going but it was basically that, her criticizing my every move, (seriously did she have a camera on my shirt?) Eventually I could see she was winding down, running out of things to criticise, but instead of it being a search for something more it felt like the end of an essay. For a second after she stopped, I half expected her to start citing her sources. But she didn't, she just stared at me expectantly. Ah crap, was I supposed to answer a question?

"Um...Who are you again?"

This clearly was not the right thing to say, or maybe it was I honestly couldn't tell. She just sort of gapped at me for a second before, slowly and calmly standing up, taking a few steps towards the corner and proceeded to let out a frustrated groan/scream.

Cool! The last time I made someone do that was a ravenclaw during debate. I acted so dumb and straighforward, asking dumb simple questions one after the over, until they completely lost it. It was hilarious.

"Okay, well if we're done here, then imma just going to go." I said swinging my legs over the side of the bed, starting to stand up.

"Wait, no-!" She yells, turning around.

"Ow-Holy Shite!" I scream. The pain is instant, like a bunch of knives stabbing my leg, I think the bandage (there was a bandage?) is starting to get a little pink. I get spots in my eyes and immediately fall back down. "wHY DIDN'T YOU wArN me?!?!" I scream.

"Well I tried to" She yells back.

"HUUUGHH!" I scream in pain and frustration.

"Oh look what you've done!" She scolds "I just changed those!" I roll my eyes as she grabs the roll of bandages and sets them on the bed.

"Wait, why can't you just heal it?" I ask, there are tons of spells for gashes, it would be different if I broke a bone or something, but this is just a cut, a very deep and bloody cut, but a cut all the same.

She rolls her eyes "You can't heal werewolf cuts that easily, honestly did you even pay attention in defense against the dark arts?" Oh right. Werewolf. She purses her lips and ties her hair back and starts unrolling the bandages. Wait, She seems familia-

"OW!" I exclaim. The second the bandages are loosened yet another spike of pain shoots through my body. She does a side smirk and I swear I know her from somewhere. "I am in pain. You dont have to look so bloody happy about it" She rolls her eyes.

"It's your own fault"

I tilt my head, "What are you talking about?"

"Really S1?" she says putting the roll down. "Let's see, you take on a werewolf and a death eater all on your own, sending away the only backup or help you could possible have, proceed to then be horribly beaten by said werewolf,-

"And knocking the death eater out" I interrupt

"-Whom you never tied up so they would have woken up any second and even if you beat fenris you were too injured to go anywhere, so when (not if, when) the other one woke up, he would have most certainly killed you. But back to my point... where was I? Oh yeah, Sent away only back up-"

"They were kids-"

"Who knew what they had signed up for! Not to mention you weren't even supposed to be there in the first place," I stare at her surprised "Oh don't give me that look, it's obvious, you didn't even hide your robes."

"But I shouldn't've had to!" I Interrupt yet again, "I mean, come on they let kids fight. Little kids that could get hurt. And what? I am just not supposed to help my school, my family? Why? Because I am a Slytherin? How is that fair?!?!"

"I never said it was" She says quietly standing up, walking to the corner from before, I never noticed she had finished the bandage.

There are a couple moments of silence before- "UGH the prejudice and stereotypes within each house is ridiculous!" She takes off her glasses and rubs her temples, and-

"Hey I know you!" I almost shout. She looks up at me, clearly startled. "You are S2! You used to be on the quidditch team, I thought you left the school!" I continue, not only that but S2 was a top student, super popular, and was one of the most successful, slytherin, muggle-raised, witch, Hogwarts had ever seen. Her brilliance rivalled Hermione, a brown haired gryffindor who was top in all her classes, except for the ones that Gryffindors shared with Slytherin, where they tied for first. Might I just add that S2 was, like, super hot. "I say this with absolutely no offense intended, but: What happened to you???"

She shrugs and gives a simple murmur of "I dunno". I would push for an answer but I am just so shocked. When I finally snap out of it, and I press "But you were so popular, seriously, What ha-" oh no she looks mad.

"Slyther-freaking-in One" She says through gritted teeth.

"What did I do this time?"

"We. Are. In. the. Middle. Of. A. Battle. For once in your life keep your mouth closed."

"What are you talking about? You were yelling at me literally two seconds ag-" CRASH! "Ok." I say shutting my mouth. Apparently battles move places.

We sit in silence. Holding our breath. We are too in the open, if someone walks in, we're dead. Well, actually I am. S2 can still run.

 Stupid werewolf cut. 

I hear a huge BANG, and something falls on my head? I think? It hurts. Everything gets a little fuzzy and dark, and my vision goes black.